Don't Change

As we tip toe (no Xmas until the 20th rule BROKEN) gracefully towards the holidaze, toqued and jammied, it is a real Christmas miracle to receive today's mixtape. Seriously, on par with the immaculate birth of the world's most famous bearded dude.

Who? ME!
NO! Not you, Mcshane! Jesus!


ME!

NO! Not you fake Bunyan! Mcshane had a better chance! JESUS!


We sent Schimmer's new mixtape to @JesusHChrist, and this is the picture he emailed back.

The Winnipeg born, Montreal heeled, Charlotte NC based Schimmer is always on the list of Grilling It's favourite Djs. Schimmer is a disc jockey with a mandate to make you hand shake. That is to say, he plays feel good music for people to love themselves. It is for breeding not for brooding. His usual milieu is fresh re-contextualization and funk vacations through house, boogie, breaks, and raps that are as good for long haul road trips as they are for dancehall aerobics.

Much like the man himself: funky, upbeat, and full of heat.

Shake hands with yourself as you bask in the warm love of Schimmer.

31 and Change by Schimmer


"Cold weather makes you shiver? We make it Schimmer."
-Mailroom Intern Laverne

"Rad"
-Santa



Rap your presents.

Santa came down the Internet and went straight to the fridge. Gathering up all the beers, billowing smoke, he spoke with the wisdom of his years: "they're for my reindeer."

A Matter Of Style (Ball)

A Poem, by Jason Parker Quinton

I Am Very Proud Of Myself For Not Napping

To be a true baller you must master the following three concepts:

1) Be happy where you are
2) No care what anyone thinks
3) Give generously of your time, money, and spirit

If you can't give it you don't got it. If you aint got it, you aint balling.



What do you do if a mountain is there?
(move it)
How do you answer to a challenge in today?
(take it)
When your back's against the wall?
(fake it)
What do you do when you've done it all?
(ball)
-Ray Steezvens

It wouldn't be cool not to play you out with this classic Grilling It choon.



"When it comes to that paper, I stack books"
-Dwayne

"But do you READ them?"
-Me

Happy Yanksgiving

The majority of our readers live in the excited states. To Y'all: enjoy chilling out! We'll be up here, watching your movies and television.



PEACE

Modern Short

"A man is like a cat; chase him and he will run - sit still and ignore him and he'll come purring at your feet."
-Helen Rowland

I know someone really digs me if they can tune me out. In this time of instant comments and closed windows, I give thanks for people who are willing to wash the webs off their hands in the stream of my consciousness. The following is a conversation between myself and a close relative. I'd tell you who, but she just started a job as a smart cookie at the Canadian Department of Defense, in our capitol, Canada City. Here is a piece of our exchange:

Me: Where do you work again, the MOD?
Relly: DND
Me: I used to play DND
Me: I had so many dice
Me: and figurines
Relly: I mean someone has to defend this nation.
Me: Just level up and roll for an invincibility spell
Relly: It's soooooo snowy here


"Most people ignore most poetry because most poetry ignores most people."
-Adrian Mitchell

MOD

Matronly Occupant Defeated



Man Overboard, Darren!



Moving Ounces Daily



MOD stands for many things. If we at Grilling It have stood for anything it is to love. This blog began because there was so much good music to share. As we march toward the 400th post and ineveitable re-branding, it must be yelled: If you've been featured, love from this office. If you were up here, we love you. Except Lily Allen. I think we posted her song with the Professor Longhair sample, but she was churlish in the interview, and kept butting her cigarettes on fancy hotel carpet.



The sun is melting people's hoods off right now.

Like it's proud we got ready for this winter.

Y'all malcontents better BUNDLE UP.

Firebrands find barrels.

Put your hands together.

For now, the ray ban is lifted, and the city is strollable.

At grilling it, our primary occupation is heat.

We love all of you.

"It is true that a fellow cannot ignore women - but he can think of them as he ought - as sisters, not as sparring partners."
-Jim Elliot



YANKEE THANKSGIVER BONUS BEAT

Still Grill

21 Sovember 2011

Dear Reader,

The editorial staff of Grilling It has come to a decision regarding this blog's future. We will keep blogging from this space until we hit a total of 400 posts.

In the new year the blog will take new forms, names, locations (still internet based,) and naps. This period of posts up to 400 will hopefully be the lapping at the cup of victory. We hope to remind us all of why this kooky little music weblog ever seemed like a good use of time.

A man in his mid-twenties once took a break from editing skateboard videos, looked out across the city of London and decreed: "these blogs are neat, let's make one."

They still are. We still do. Music now.

Always,

Grilling It

PS: We heartily support the Occupy Movement. Currently we watch for the flames from our sky-high midtown Toronto offices, as Mayor Rob Ford's case against the people is finally furthered by the City Crews and Toronto Police Squads. Will they be removed? Will there be a riot? Will innocent people be arrested? How long will it be before Toronto's millions of resident's can get back to enjoying the glorified dog toilet that we call St. James Park?

Stay tuned.



"They are racists and hate mongers among us-they are the Ku Klux Klan. I piss down the throats of these Nazis. And I am too old to worry about whether they like it or not. Fuck them."
-Hunter Stockton Thompson (2003)

Free Beard Sticking Out

It is impossible to send postcards from the edge. If you are involved in a stamp purchase, the edge is that way. Write with SASE for sticker pack. Subscribe now and receive knit stocking cap.

I read a few periodicals methodically. There is no reason to buy the Fader, but I get it for the pictures. Sure, the articles too. Ultimate everlasting respect for Catch when he did The Let Out. Built a altar for Ronson. Weekly. Welcomed us to Jamrock. There once was a time when pop heroes and tastemaking moguls would talk about what the fuck was going on. There were Raconteurs, Futureheads, every new riddim got rinsed, but there was still time for shit like this:



More on the other mags when their gifts get better. Always word to Big Brother. Dave Carnie didn't quit. Check in with KING SHIT

Friday night, French dance, Kingston Killing, rappin ass seven days. "Catch em sleepin out in the open." Rap about it.


KEEP GOIN.

Q

Turn the Gas Back On

We are the 1%

Of people who were good at this shit, before everyone's Auntie had a twitter.

In Canada we say it "Anti."

If the Geurewitz, Wear It.

Tom Waits for no M'am.

We Hollerize the wounds of the kids who took a tumbl.

Beloved Aunt.

I am back blogging again, BBQ on Grilling It, watching the tops of the waves. When I paddle out, it will be to catch kingmaker showcase showdown heights.

For now. Back in the old neighbourhood, cigarettes taste so good. So glad that you still come by my old house in the suburbs sometimes.

If you keep reading my diary, I'll keep writing it like poetry, hiding the man I shouldn't be, behing http://celebrity

You don't even have to put that in anymore.

Keep searching.

Elements of style 3D (BBQ's Flowers of Remorse Disco Edit).

It's Friday. Your Big Brother Qualities return from the wild. Let's dance.

Time Out Of The Season

Don't stop the car, she said.
 
C'mon sis, your older bro just needs a bargain on a backpack.

Briefcases and valises are unbecoming of a man who needs both his hands.
 
I've got skateshop cheese, but I also need expensive cheese cheese.
 
And get so fucked up that all I can eat is melted cheese cheese.
 
Quoth the big Sis: "I have too many Ex-Boyfriends who work at Mountain Equipment Co-Op"  
 
We were in Victory City, BC

She makes a mean granola.
 
How do you make a Granola mean?
 
Club a seal.
 
They don't play enough Seal in the club:
 

 
Back to our regularly scheduled granolagram...

Hippie steez is alive and tweeting in the west.

(yeah, sing into the microphone...this is so much easier than guitar....)

 
"Home" by Ed Sharp and his band of of zeros, without that twee rambling love story/arborism bail
 
On public transit, cans on, you cast Zooey Dechanel, or lil Juno in the lead.
 
The people on bikes ripped past your tram.
 
They don't give a shit beyond the street.
 
Queen street in particular
 
Queens everywhere.
 
Pints of glitter in bars named like garages.
 
Padise Lost fell off in the last season.
 
Kids that didn't want to put in the work to get Modest Mouse were quick to hop over and pogo for Justice.
 
The Winter of our Nu-disco tent.


 
Winter Wheat, held close.

"What Wu Tang manual doesn't come in video game form?"

Let me get that Gucci Maine and Wacka Flocka Flame.
 
Seem safe and legit...
 
Sounds tight.
 
Like my pants.
 
Ouch!
 
Don't get your underoos in a knot, Macauley.
 
But those dudes picked names that rhyme with everything, depending how you mispronounce it.

Game, lame, blame, shame, plain...plane...

It's winter time and we're staying sylvan. We gotta get out of this place, if it's the last thing we ever do.

Girl, there's a better life for me and -

Coo-roo-coo-coo-coo-coo-roo-coo-kook



We stay animals.

Find a forest if you can.

Starts with trees.

Taste the reign.

"Our thesis is mimesis/being like the trees is"

"Seeing the seams in the seeming jesus"

Beards, robes, passing on the kool-aid

Pull me another Kool out the pack.

I never did get that backpack.